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then they peel em
I hang with ghetto hoes that, thumbtack they ceiling
'Cause when it's time to throw joints, they the ones illin
I'm way above
ID, I'm either on the dance floor, or VIP
I stack that cheese, at club 112 lurkin', sippin' on virgin daquiris
That's me, J I'm the one, besides lookin'
Ah ah yeah yeah
A surprise on a way a shook's on it's way a shark by the way
A surprise on a way a shook's on it's way a shark by the way
A surprise
are done
7, 14, 21, 28, 35, 42, 49, 56, 63, 70, 77, 84, 91, 98, 105, 112, 119, 126, 133, 140
Counting by sevens
Counting by sevens
Counting by sevens
and then we are done
8, 16, 24, 32, 40, 48, 56, 64, 72, 80, 88, 96, 104, 112, 120, 128, 136, 144, 152, 160
Counting by eights
Counting by eights
Counting
Я должен показать свой Own way
Зеленый cash, bad bitches only
Я должен показать свой Own way
SPA8ISH - это мой name, запомни
Я должен показать свой
on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by a Donny Brascoe
Why
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well, what'cha want to do with it?)
One day at a time
[T-Boz]
Stuck on me at waffle house
After 1:12, when I go out
Where do
on the side of you
Better yet baby inside of you
Love the way you're just flowin down
And I can feel it all around
In the front, in the back of you
Ooh I
Palm trees in La
Cool breeze like Bay
You're like a needle in the hay
I love the way the way the way
The way you move inside me
Got good shhh don't
Oh, baby, girl I, girl I
Got that funny feeling
Oh yeah, yes I do
112, yeah
Cue
Everytime I try to kiss your lips
You turn away
And when
of yall
and if ya Immature than Im out the door
I'm on fire gettin head by the
Harlem Boys Choir.
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick
(dreams
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
gold caps
The party addict about to explode
From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip code
Parlayin' on the corner, drinkin' 40's shootin' cee-lo
(Facts)
It's back to Chanel
Eating Prime 112 every night
And if we really gotta get there, well, shit
We catch a jet tonight
I'm from where bang, stop,
I got room in the backseat
If you really wanna get freaky
You already know I don't care
We can do it anywhere like 1-12
Still sitting in
like the way that i floss
She know her nigga is real
She know her nigga a boss
White toes and
Hear on fleek
Genuine
Cant i get inthose jeans
112
U
a free range consultant
Where on Earth do you find one of those?
Bertie: By Hook!By Crook!
By Way! By Pass!
By Sea! By Air!
By Road!
By Grass!
By
Everybody put your hands together
Whooo, mmmm, yeah
Girl I love you so
112, listen
Girl if I told you I love you
That doesn't mean that I
To the right now
Yeah
Come on
Come on girl
Yeah
Break it down
1,1,2
Come on
Break it down
You got me feeling
When your standing by my side
Everything will be
and pagin' me
And blowin' me up, it's ok
That's alright girl, that's ok
That's alright girl, that's ok (it's ok)
A-town, late night, fell off in 112
[0.37]Roll up roll up
[0.38]With the way you move
[0:39]Can you holl up holl up
[0:40]Even if you do
[0:41]We go hook up hook up yeah
[0:53]Follow me make we
I’m riding European
By the way by the way
And you know my diamonds gleaming
By the way by the way
And I stack that money to tall
By the way by
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
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